Hearing her ask if he was f-king special, was she any different from those he had capped a few days ago? Maybe she was just a ball of fire herself. He played with her words, normally anybody he spoke up to would either smack beat the living f-ck out of him one being his dead beat dad the others being the ones well the dead ones at school.

"Trust me if I was f-cking anyone the whole world would know about it..."

The 'I just had sex' song by Lonely Island came to thought as he blurted out his response. It would have taken just that comment to get him comfortable with her. He had to see her as an equal and not as a girl. Which was hard because she was still cute. After all he was still a teenage male.

I meet be clumsy as f-ck but I'm not complete sh-t for brains you know?

Throwing the pack at her hoping she could catch, the pack only had a few left in them but he would spare what he had left if it meant company. At this point didn't even care if all she wanted was the cigarette.

Her first words that echoed from her mouth were replaced with 'You're face to face. With the man who sold the world' lyrics of the song he was listening too before the abrupt crash. But he did hear the word 'Hey' which came off more friendly then he could have imagined.

"Hey..."

He would kick back at her, not very good at talking to girls. Wasn't really noticed by them much, but he hardly chased them all the same. He digged her outfit though it was unique not many had the same taste in style. James hardly ever cared to look the part he'd show up to his late mothers funeral in a band tee and jeans.

"A cigarette....?"

He would get choked up in his own words, he did manage to swipe a pack of the man from earlier so sure he had a pack, but he was still dazed on the fact that a pretty girl had even bothered to talk to him less alone after 'simple assault'.

Walking down E 77th and 1st Ave the kid had been would be caught wearing torn blues jeans with a pair of black and white checkered vans with smile faces with x's for eyes sharpied on the white squares.

A black hoodie his hair black hidden with the behind the hoodie itself and the black beanie. Behind those were his headphones that were wired to a cassette player in his back pocket.

Casually looking down at the ground as he walked as he normally had done everyday since a weeks ago, he hadn't been home in days not since the 'Roosevelt Shooting'. Being clumsy like he was he would find himself bumping shoulders with a stranger. Kurt Cobain would mute her footsteps and words she would say in collision.

Removing his head phones after hitting the girl he looked up to meet her eyes, he hadn't met anyone his age yet. Not that he hadn't shot dead. Surely she wasn't a student at 'Roosevelt' she'd be screaming or something.

He chuckled, then looked away taking another drag and releasing it up before facing the barely woman child.

I guess you could say...fate....and cunning wit.

How he looked like the kidnapper was beyond him. Surely he was dressed like a street rat but a kidnapper how crude none the less she had fire in her belly and he liked that about this one. Lot of the people he met seemed to have this trait.

He smirked right back. Surely it was just a regular 'death' stick, but she seemed to think otherwise.

"If it was, would I willingly tell you so?
He took a long hard drag of his own scanning the decision the woman chose to make, either way it was simply a greeting gesture. She could have walked away. She'd be back Esper was the kind of person to hang around. Regardless of conversation. He always seemed to find fire in a group. He loved it.

Scans the woman, a spark in his eye he could always find the best in people, Mackenzie had thrown the man a few dollars and with it came smokes. Esper took one flipped it up to his lips, lighting a fire to it. All while staring down the woman as she spoke her words.

Why thank you, care for a cigarette Ms...?

Not getting the woman's name he offered his pack to the woman with his hand still extended.

Camille somehow manages to shuffle by, though the likelihood of her heading to the kitchen was far greater than her desire to greet the new member. She waved a hand in passing, eyes trained on the hall ahead while she considered what she might stuff into her maw.

"Lovely. The Paddy has a new pet. Fingers crossed that you're house trained."